[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Out of the Blue [Closed]
Jan 21, 2019 15:41:04 GMT -5
Post by Patch on Jan 21, 2019 15:41:04 GMT -5
She had gotten things ready, at first, to move at nano-klik’s notice...
Though when attempting to avoid space madness as a last sparked busy-body, boxes did have the alarming tendency to unpack themselves. Patch quite frankly had hardly even realized the mess she’d been making until right this nanoclick. Sure, even she recognized the place wasn't fit for guests.
She hadn’t exactly been expecting any…
And leaving her home, without supplies, for a base she knew nothing about; to whom she very well may be the only medic? That was simply not an option.
It also helped, that Patch was oblivious to the risk she was taking, in asking for the extra time.
The worst that could happen, in her mind, was he’d say no, and open the bridge right away.
Just another perk to being trained in a steady, stable community of do-gooding Autobots… She simply didn’t expect people, to make those sorts of moves...
Though, it would seem there was no need for her to learn another harsh life lesson this day, for G’s voice had just come up over her radio one more time. It would seem he was willing to wait for her.
“Thanks. Sorry. I-… Thank you.” She said, and she meant it. She genuinely meant it. He had saved her. He deserved recognition for that, even if the best she could give him right now was merely a verbal acknowledgement.
Out from a small nook, to the left of the desk, and the right of the wall, came two boxes stacked on top of each other. The bottom one larger, and closed, and the top nearly empty, save for most of a dremel, some metal shavings and a half stripped gear. Quickly taking up the smaller box in one servo, then tucking it into her arm, Patch started making her way hastily around the room. Picking up the clutter, and tossing it back in.
She’d need to get outside too! There was no way a spacebridge could open up in a little place like this!... Was there?... No! no way, there couldn't be! You couldn't even open up a groundbridge in here, not without risking serious mass displacement trauma! And weren't they supposed to be bigger than groundbridges too?
Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, focus. Grab the good stuff, get outside. The young medic continued staggering around the little mess of a living space. Peddes planted far apart, knees bent, moving everything she’d need into the center of the room, and stacking it in such a way it would be easy enough to carry.
With that, she turned to the spot beside the head of her recharge slab, and picked up what looked almost like a large metal backpack; her aid-bag. It was red to signify its purpose, though un-marked. As was the case with the young femme to which it belonged. Unbearing of the spark-pulse, designed to keep people like her safe.
A testament to what their world, their war, had truly become.
With one, swift, practiced movement, the soldier swung the pack around and let it latch onto two small locks at the middle of her upper back. Out of habit, her servo caught the handle at the top of the bag, and gave it a tug to make sure it was secure before she continued.
Stacking the two fuel cubes atop the closed crate, and then placing the open box of equipment atop them, Patch turned back to the desk, for the very last time, and spoke.
“Sorry about that G, I’m ready when you are. And- … Thank you, again. I owe you one.”
Gushy, but she needed to say it. She intended to hold herself to it as well, if the opportunity ever arose.
With that, she squatted down beside the supplies, looked to the ceiling, and grunted them up. Her young joints whirring smoothly as they bore the weight, the powerful hydraulics in her upper legs engaging, and pressing up in practiced coordination.
As she moved toward the door, she bopped the button beside it with one elbow, then as it rose, she made her way outside. Moving into a wide open space, just outside the building she’d been staying in, and gazing up at the sky. Taking one last look at that grey, broken skyline. The two, great big beautiful moons up above… The stars...
As crazy as it was... As broken, as it may have been...
She was still, very much going to miss her home.
Though when attempting to avoid space madness as a last sparked busy-body, boxes did have the alarming tendency to unpack themselves. Patch quite frankly had hardly even realized the mess she’d been making until right this nanoclick. Sure, even she recognized the place wasn't fit for guests.
She hadn’t exactly been expecting any…
And leaving her home, without supplies, for a base she knew nothing about; to whom she very well may be the only medic? That was simply not an option.
It also helped, that Patch was oblivious to the risk she was taking, in asking for the extra time.
The worst that could happen, in her mind, was he’d say no, and open the bridge right away.
Just another perk to being trained in a steady, stable community of do-gooding Autobots… She simply didn’t expect people, to make those sorts of moves...
Though, it would seem there was no need for her to learn another harsh life lesson this day, for G’s voice had just come up over her radio one more time. It would seem he was willing to wait for her.
“Thanks. Sorry. I-… Thank you.” She said, and she meant it. She genuinely meant it. He had saved her. He deserved recognition for that, even if the best she could give him right now was merely a verbal acknowledgement.
Out from a small nook, to the left of the desk, and the right of the wall, came two boxes stacked on top of each other. The bottom one larger, and closed, and the top nearly empty, save for most of a dremel, some metal shavings and a half stripped gear. Quickly taking up the smaller box in one servo, then tucking it into her arm, Patch started making her way hastily around the room. Picking up the clutter, and tossing it back in.
She’d need to get outside too! There was no way a spacebridge could open up in a little place like this!... Was there?... No! no way, there couldn't be! You couldn't even open up a groundbridge in here, not without risking serious mass displacement trauma! And weren't they supposed to be bigger than groundbridges too?
Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, focus. Grab the good stuff, get outside. The young medic continued staggering around the little mess of a living space. Peddes planted far apart, knees bent, moving everything she’d need into the center of the room, and stacking it in such a way it would be easy enough to carry.
With that, she turned to the spot beside the head of her recharge slab, and picked up what looked almost like a large metal backpack; her aid-bag. It was red to signify its purpose, though un-marked. As was the case with the young femme to which it belonged. Unbearing of the spark-pulse, designed to keep people like her safe.
A testament to what their world, their war, had truly become.
With one, swift, practiced movement, the soldier swung the pack around and let it latch onto two small locks at the middle of her upper back. Out of habit, her servo caught the handle at the top of the bag, and gave it a tug to make sure it was secure before she continued.
Stacking the two fuel cubes atop the closed crate, and then placing the open box of equipment atop them, Patch turned back to the desk, for the very last time, and spoke.
“Sorry about that G, I’m ready when you are. And- … Thank you, again. I owe you one.”
Gushy, but she needed to say it. She intended to hold herself to it as well, if the opportunity ever arose.
With that, she squatted down beside the supplies, looked to the ceiling, and grunted them up. Her young joints whirring smoothly as they bore the weight, the powerful hydraulics in her upper legs engaging, and pressing up in practiced coordination.
As she moved toward the door, she bopped the button beside it with one elbow, then as it rose, she made her way outside. Moving into a wide open space, just outside the building she’d been staying in, and gazing up at the sky. Taking one last look at that grey, broken skyline. The two, great big beautiful moons up above… The stars...
As crazy as it was... As broken, as it may have been...
She was still, very much going to miss her home.